Luyện nghe bài hát Hair Blows/The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 [Remix]/Special/Yellow

Oh, you the man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all fucking with me
See, I in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice
Your reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate
They know they got thirty seconds, Leto
Before they see some halos, and I the ammo
Boy is Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I my fucking [?]
Now reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get fucking chaos in hurr?
Want the in the [?]
And you can get your ass [?] like a in the snare
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you I'm good [?]
That boy's not that bad, enh, no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no
We black out, and go hard like and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in series, and I just want Iggy, man
We Batmen since Batman have a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of soccer mamas
And them blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
You bitch, I'm a problem
You get fucked up the thoughts this side of my noggin
Going than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like David
And I'm nigga
I'm two niggas
I'm schizo, Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my
And I really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, being darkskinned
23 the crib and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a
Is that on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
See, that's the bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the
Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko but kinda macho, boy
I got some shadow [?], he kinda loco
Pack a [?] pistol, we nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells like a taco
So grab your goggles,
Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running
Nigga took the store us, yeah, fuck all of that
(Man, he took the store)

Crack a cracker a barrel
bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
[?] got me crazy
Pants heavy, sag to the
With the strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the getting past ya
Ain't worried no niggas, nigga
Grieve over suckers, on my knuckles
Call the ambulance, I'm the era of crip walking
You was
You be me, huh?

Cuz is wack when he raps, and he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you fucked over, nigga, your gums
Teeth missing, won't recognize your face when it's done
My homie's license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break
Got a strike on my record, cups, and duck
You the life like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer that
You want to smoke kil'
who am I?